Chapter Seventeen

Bright emerald green and bluebells filled Merry's 3-D vision and demi-fae in every color of the rainbow dotted the horizon. The sudden disappearance from his bedroom and reappearance in a field of bluebells left Merry dizzy and he held onto Quinn's arm to steady himself until his vision cleared. When it did, he realized they were standing in a sea of blue beneath the largest tree Merry had ever seen. It stood proud in the midst of the flowers, its massive limbs bowing low to the ground and resting gently in the flowers. The tree branches spanned nearly the entire field.

"Wow," Merry breathed, as he looked up into the canopy.

"Be we oak," Quinn said with pride. "She be as old as time heself."

"How tall is it?"

"She reach the heavens."

Sometimes Merry had trouble reading facial expressions, like right now, and he couldn't tell whether Quinn was serious.

"I spake true," Quinn assured, as he put and arm around Merry and guided him beneath the tree.

Its trunk was massive and Merry guessed it to be at least fifty feet wide. "Wow," he said again as he looked up into the canopy with appreciation, fully enchanted by the tree. Something tapped his shoulder and he turned, thinking it was Quinn.

Quinn leaned against the tree, arms crossed over his chest, watching Merry from six feet away. Merry figured his mind was playing tricks on him and he went back to studying the tree. He turned slowly, admiring the massive branches and rich green leaves of the canopy. Overcome with a sudden desire to spread his arms and spin, he extended his arms, closed his eyes, and began to turn.

Warm sunlight filtered through the tree and felt warm on his skin as he breathed in the fresh air around him. The bluebells parted, allowing his softly shod feet to feel the soft earth beneath him. Bliss filled him as nature seemed to take him into her arms, as if to welcome him home again. He felt secure, no longer afraid, at peace within for the first time in as long as he could remember.

Mid-twirl, something tapped him on the shoulder again. He stopped spinning, momentarily dizzy, and looked around. Nothing. Surely, it was Sadb up to her usual antics. "Stop it, Lady Sadb," he said as he began to twirl again.

Something tapped him on the shoulder yet again. He stopped abruptly, nearly tripping over his feet in the process. This time Quinn laughed. "What?" Merry was defensive.

"Do ye not see what be right above ye?"

Merry looked up to find the very tip of a branch poised to tap his shoulder again. It withdrew quickly, seemingly embarrassed for having been caught in the act.

Merry turned and gaped at Quinn. "No freakin' way!"

Quinn chuckled and nodded. "She wish ye attention."

"I-it's alive?"

"Be certain she be. Top o' the morn to ye, Dáira," he greeted the tree. The tiny branch reached down and began to play with Quinn's hair. A second little branch coyly reached out to meet the first and together they gave a small tug on a lock. Quinn swatted them away. "She be a bit of a prankster, if I do say so meself. Don't be a stone, say hi."

Merry snorted. "Right. Like I'm going to talk to a tree."

"Ye don't greet the lady, she take it as effrontery."

"A whatery?"

"She take offense to ye."

Merry gave Quinn a sidelong glance before looking up into the canopy and offering the tree a small wave. "Hi, Dara," he said softly, skeptically.

The annoying little branch reached out, tickled his ear, and quickly withdrew again. Merry laughed as he shied from it with a hand to his ear.

Quinn put an arm around him and kissed the side of his head. "If ye wish 'im to take a likin' to ye, don't be givin' 'im grief, Dáira."

Suddenly, the bluebells came alive with a cacophony of sounds, an orchestra abruptly set to tuning. Merry winced as the noise filled his ears and looked around for the offending ensemble, but saw only bluebells.

"Th-the bluebells play music?"

"The demi-fae be preparin' for we rade."

"In the bluebells?"

"To be certain. We bells have a fine part in we music."

Ah, okay, that explained everything. NOT. "We're gonna have music?"

Quinn's brows shot up as he looked down at Merry. "How ye expect to have ye a rade with no music?"

"I-I don't know. I've never been to a rah-yay before," he said lamely.

"Surely ye have seen a parade?"

Merry had been to a parade once. His mom took him to the Rose Parade on New Year's Day when he was ten years old. She'd also arranged for him to help build a float. After a week of nearly freezing his ass off in the refrigerated warehouse of the Rose Palace, and coming home every night with flower glue stuck to every part of his being, it was a thrill to finally see the float he helped build in the parade. And Quinn was right. Nearly every float played music as it passed by and there were a ton of marching bands in the parade.

"Yeah, and there was music."

Of course, after seeing the Rose Queen's float, all he could dream about after that was becoming a Rose Parade Queen and wearing a tiara.

Conlaoch suddenly appeared, hovering on the air in front of them. "Lord Conlaoch an Glas, in the service of we Prince of Fairy, He Majesty Quinn Malloy O'Cuinn, son of we Queen Muirgan of we High Court of Fairy, Queen of Flesh and Bone, Bearer of Hands of Fire and Water, reporting, Ye Majesty! We be ready to begin!" he shouted over the dissonance of the tuning instruments.

Quinn winced at the noise. "Ye be sure we instruments be ready?"

"Aye, Sire!"

As if on cue, the cacophony quieted and formed the beginning of something resembling music, and demi-fae floated up from the bells, each bearing an instrument as they set to flight on the air.

The tiny little demi-fae who had dared to question Quinn about the crown appeared, trembling yet again, as she faced him. "I bring he crown, Sire."

"Ye be a good lass, Ethne the Wee."

Out of nowhere, a small crown, well, a tiara really, made of glass and diamonds appeared hovering on the air. Merry didn't think he'd ever seen anything more beautiful.

"Álainn!" Quinn exclaimed.

Merry couldn't help it. He reached out and touched it with a fingertip. "Beautiful," he breathed.

"Aye, be what I say. Álainn."

"Ay-lin," Merry repeated in a whisper.

"Aye, and it be for ye, me Merry." Quinn went to place it on Merry's head and he leaned away.

"M-me? W-why? I'm not a p-prince or anything."

"Ye be me wee dote, me Consort."

The demi-fae gasped and swarmed Merry. They lit on his head, his shoulders, even the tips of his ears, and began to pet his cheek and stroke his hair. It took every ounce of strength Merry possessed not to bat them away.

"What's a Consort?"

"Be what I say," Quinn said with pride. "Ye move off me Merry, now," he ordered the demi-fae as he set the beautiful tiara on Merry's head. It fit perfectly. Quinn stepped back, his eyes twinkling just like they did right before, well, when they did that.

The demi-fae froze mid-air as if someone had stopped time and silence descended on the air. Quinn admired Merry and, after a long moment, he leaned in and kissed Merry's cheek. The cheek that hadn't before been Fairy Kissed, and it began to tingle. "Ye be beautiful, Merry."

Time began again and collective "awwwws" followed by long sighs filled the air.

"We rade!Quinn shouted so abruptly, Merry nearly jumped out of his skin, and music began.
Two white horses flew down to meet them. Flew. Flew. OHMYGOD! Flying horses!

Before Merry could panic, demi-fae carried him aloft and gently placed him on the back of one of the winged creatures. He'd never ridden a horse before, let alone a winged one, and he had no idea what to do. Quinn mounted his horse and, sensing Merry's fear, reached and took Merry's hand in his.

"Use ye other hand to hold he mane, me love." Quinn demonstrated with a fist full of white mane.

"I-it won't hurt it? Isn't it kind of like pulling its hair?"

Quinn chuckled softly. "Be fine, Merry, and ye need hold on tight as we take flight."

"F-f-flight?" Panic built quickly in Merry. "Were gonna fly?"

"Aye. Ye be right ready?"

"No!" As the small word escaped him, the demi-fae took to flight and his winged horse leaped into the air.

Conlaoch suddenly called a halt to the rade. Time stopped, the music came to a screeching halt, and everyone froze, including Merry's winged horse. Okay, it was bad enough that he was half-naked, only bluebells covering his essentials, a tree had tapped him on the shoulder, he was wearing a consort hat, or crown, or tiara. Whatever! Now, he was frozen in mid air on a winged horse. He began to wonder if he was hallucinating.

"What be the matter, Conlaoch?" Quinn asked, anger plain on his face.

Conlaoch gestured to Sadb. "She not spend she five minute with Nolan. We rade canno' proceed lest we have we a leader."

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Chapter Sixteen

“Hold ye whist, Merry!” Quinn's whisper was fierce.

Merry's dad barged through the bedroom door with an angry grunt, and Quinn clamped a hand over Merry's mouth before he could utter a sound. He cannot see ye. 

Merry watched, trembling with fright, uncertain if his dad couldn't see him, like, right freaking there in front of him!

His dad looked around before turning to the milk-crate desk, clearly having seen nothing but an empty room. He picked up the papers that lay strewn there and perused them gruffly.

They were Merry's notes for his world history paper, and he silently prayed he hadn't doodled Quinn's name on them.

His dad turned the paper sideways. "Where the hell is Quinn?"

Merry nearly fainted.

"Probably some mountain in Timbuktu," his dad grumbled.

Relieved, Merry closed his eyes and thanked his lucky stars his dad thought Quinn was nothing more than a place in the world.

Sadb hovered next to his dad's head, arms crossed over her chest, toe tapping the air angrily. Merry motioned to her to move away and she looked at him defiantly. Suddenly, she darted straight for his dad, whizzing past his ear and dragging her tiny hand through the hair on the side of his head.

Quinn grinned wide and panic filled Merry's veins.

Merry's dad brushed at his ear with a hand as if a mosquito buzzed by. Sadb covered her mouth with both hands and giggled silently.

Merry shook his head rapidly, mouthing an adamant 'no,' and motioned again for her to leave him alone. To his utter astonishment, Quinn encouraged her with a smile and an approving nod. Merry stared at him, incredulous, his mouth agape.

Sadb stuck her tongue out at Merry's dad and flitted around his head making faces at him. She stretched her mouth wide with her fingers bearing her pointed little teeth, her face becoming a miniature mask of horror, before darting at him again. This time she dragged both of her small feet through the hair on the top of his head.

Merry's dad swatted at the top of his head and searched the air around him for the offending creature. Finding nothing, he went back to riffling through the papers on Merry's desk.

Quinn gave Sadb a thumbs-up, and Merry couldn't help the smile that formed on his lips all while he nearly died on the spot. Don't! he thought hard.

Sadb became indignant. Her antennas shot straight into the air and she bugged her eyes out and waggled her long, pink tongue at Merry's dad.

Merry stifled a laugh. Ohmygod, stop it!

Sadb tiptoed on the air to the back of his head and, taking a lock of hair in both hands, she yanked on it. Hard.

Merry's dad slapped at the back of his head and turned around in search of the offending creature again. Sadb continued to annoy the crap out of Merry's dad until she had him dancing a jig and slapping at his head with both hands.

Merry doubled over in laughter, struggling with all his might to remain silent.

"Stupid kid," Merry's dad grumbled before leaving the room and slamming the door behind him.

Merry fell back on the bed dying in silent laughter and Quinn joined him. 

"I can't believe you did that!" Merry whispered, barely able to speak through his laughter.

"A gobshite in need of a good giving out, he be!" Sadb said through a giggle.

"Bí cúramach lest ye find yeself in a right fine bobbery," Quinn cautioned.

"Can my dad hear us?"

Quinn shook his head, still laughing.

"Oh my God, I so can't believe you did that, Lady Sadb," Merry said through another laugh as he sat up. Then he remembered he hadn't cleaned up the spilled milk in the kitchen from the night before. "Oh, no!" He shot to his feet and then realized he was...naked. HOLY CRAP! He sat quickly again and pulled the sheet into his lap.

"Ye look shook. What be the matter?" Quinn asked.

"Get my pajamas, please. They're under the pillow."

Quinn reached beneath the pillow and came out with his T-shirt from the day before. "Why ye have me shirt under ye pilla?"

Merry's cheeks flushed rose. "Um, I-I-I w-was saving it for you."

Quinn gave him a sidelong glance. "Be an odd place for me shirt," he teased.

Merry snatched it from his hand before reaching around Quinn to dig his pajamas from beneath the pillow and shove Quinn's shirt back beneath it.

"Why ye put it there?" Quinn asked.

"Where else am I going to put it?" Merry asked lamely as he pulled his pajama pants on, careful not to reveal his private parts.

"Where ye shirts be?"

Merry pulled his pajama shirt on. "In the closet."

Quinn stood, not a care in the world about his nudity, and it took all of Merry's might to focus on Quinn's intentions rather than, yeah, that...and that...and that.

Quinn opened the closet door.

"What are you doing?"

"Puttin' me shirt where it belong."

A smile threatened to form on Merry's lips. It was kind of nice that Quinn thought his shirt belonged in his closet with his shirts, but he wanted it under his pillow. He went to Quinn and took it from his hand. "I like it under my pillow," he said as he shoved the shirt beneath it again. "I'll be right back."

"Ye needn't clean up the milk," Quinn said as he returned to the bed and sat.

Trying with all his might to ignore Quinn's nudity, Merry said, "If I don't, it will only make things worse."

Sadb clasped her hands to her chest and nearly swooned. "We collect every precious drop!"

"What are you talking about?"

"Cream be a delicacy for we fae, Merry. The milk ye spill be enough to feed 'em for a night. They not have to return to the mound for sustenance. Ye kitchen be spit spot."

"Spit what?"

Quinn reached for Merry's hand and pulled him down to sit on the bed next to him. "Right fine. Ye kitchen be clean, Merry."

"Seriously? Everything's cleaned up?"


Relief flooded Merry. This was a dream come true. He hadn't wanted to face his dad after last night. His dad would act as he always did, as if nothing had happened, as if beating up your kid was just business as usual in the McDaniel household. Which it basically was.

"Time we dress ye for we rade. Sadb, what have ye in mind for me wee dote to wear?"

She tapped her chin with a tiny finger as she thought long and hard. "Flower!"

She shouted so suddenly, Merry started.

Within seconds, demi-fae appeared out of thin air and swarmed Merry. Ignoring the buttons on his shirt, they deftly pulled it over his head. Lifting him into the air, they tugged his pants down. He tugged them back up quickly. They eyed him with consternation before ten more demi-fae joined in and jerked Merry's pants from his hands, and down, and off! Moving at the speed of light, they had his private parts covered in bluebells before he could protest. With a heave-ho, they tipped him in the air, nearly upside down, and fitted his feet with soft suede shoes. As quickly as they’d upended him, they righted him and set him on his feet.

Gathering on the air, they busied furiously, and parted to reveal a wreath of thorns adorned in ivy. They hovered, holding the wreath steady for Quinn's approval.

Quinn considered it for a long moment and, suddenly, the demi-fae gasped in unison, their eyes wide with astonishment. Clearly, a silent communiqué had passed between Quinn and the fae.

The smallest demi-fae Merry had seen yet worked her way through the crowd and hovered, trembling as she faced Quinn. "Not to question ye, Sire, but I must. Ye be certain of it?"

Irritated, Quinn issued a curt, "Aye. Have it afore we proceed. Away with ye," he ordered.

Whispers and murmurs filled the air as the tiny demi-fae bowed and disappeared taking the wreath with them.

Merry turned to find Quinn dressed in the stupid little shorts made out of leaves. His thoughts immediately tangled, unsure if he was more relieved or disappointed.

"Be time we go," Quinn said as he stood and held a hand out to Merry.

The idea of leaving the house dressed in nothing but bluebells forced Merry's unbidden thoughts  of Quinn away. "I can't go out dressed in... in.... Like this!" Merry protested.

"Why not?"

"I'm almost naked!"

"Aye, and a beauty ye be."

Merry's cheeks heated as his mouth gaped. "Be serious! I can't go out like this!"

"Aye, ye can."

"No, I can't."

"Ye can."

"I can't!"

Quinn smiled. "Ye be a stubborn one."

"I'm serious! I can't go out like this! Besides, I'll freeze to death."

"I keep ye warm."

"Can I at least put a shirt on?" Merry cringed. He sounded like a whiny little kid. Pathetic.

"Ye not need ye a shirt. C'mon." Quinn wagged his hand.

Merry quickly reached under his pillow and brought out Quinn's t-shirt. "I need this."

"Me shirt? Why?"

"B-b-because it smells like, well, you."

Quinn's eyes held surprise. "Ye smell me shirt?"

Merry's cheeks flushed rose again. "Yeah," he said lamely.


"Just wanted to."

"Why?" Quinn pressed.

"Why are you getting all hung up on why I smelled your shirt?" Talk about a stupid sounding question.

Quinn eyed him with wonder. "Ye human side be a curious one." He took the shirt from Merry and brought it to his nose. "Ye spake true. It smell like me."

Relieved, Merry rolled his eyes. "Yeah, it does." He snatched it back and pulled it on before Quinn could object. The shirt was enormous and reached Merry's thighs. Cool.

Quinn eyed Merry from head to toe before sighing and shaking his head. "Ye ruin me vision of ye lovely self, me wee dote. C'mon." He held a hand out to Merry again.

"Where are we going?"

"Ye'll see."

"Wait. What do I tell my dad?"

"Nary a word. He sleep on ye couch for the remainder of ye day."

Merry smirked. Typical.

In the blink of an eye, he and Quinn disappeared.

Chapter Fifteen                                        Table of Contents                                    Chapter Seventeen
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Chapter Fifteen

Merry rested his head on Quinn's shoulder and traced the contours of his chest with a fingertip. The silvery moonlight streaming through the window illuminated the faint glittery sheen of perspiration on Quinn's creamy white skin. It had a slight mint-green hue and reminded Merry of the phosphorescence he sometimes saw in the ocean waves at night when plankton were in bloom.

Quinn slept, his soft breaths and strong heartbeat reminding Merry ever more that what existed between them was real. He still couldn't get over the fact that Quinn cared for him. He'd led nothing but a life of hell since his mom left three years ago, and for Quinn to appear out of nowhere, and then for Quinn to like him, well, it was nothing short of a miracle.

What he sensed when Quinn loved him was troubling. Centuries ago, something bad had happened, and it had ripped Quinn's heart in two and left him bereft of his senses. So much so, Merry knew that Quinn had wanted to die...and wanted to die when he was assigned to watch over teenagers just this past fall. Worse yet, the Queen had forbidden Quinn to love anyone ever again. Merry couldn't imagine it. He'd been alone and lonely for three years. To be alone and lonely for centuries was unimaginable.

Man, Quinn's mom is a serious biatch.

Sadb suddenly appeared and hovered over the muscled expanse of Quinn's chest, utterly silent, her face contorted in genuine concern.

Merry quickly pulled the sheet a little higher over them before whispering, "I-is everything okay?"

"A dream threaten 'im. Be nigh time to wake 'im afore it take hold."

"You know when he dreams?"

"Aye. I be he empath."

No matter how hard Merry had tried, he hadn't been able to find any worth in Sadb. As far as he could tell, she was nothing more than a huge PITA in a small body. If she could read Quinn's mind, it gave credence as to why Quinn kept her around. It made her worthy. Mostly. Then Merry started to worry what she knew about him. "W-what's he dreaming about?"

"All the evil."

"What's that mean?"

"Just what I say."

Merry rolled his eyes beneath the silvery moonlight. "What is all the evil?"

"Be a fierce time for we Prince."

"Yeah, I sense that, but what happened?"

"Ye sense it?" Her whisper held surprise.

"Yeah. Something broke his heart and h-he...he wanted to die."

Her obsidian eyes became the largest Merry had ever seen them. "Ye be certain of it?"

"Seriously certain of it. He still feels like he wants to die sometimes."

Her brow knitted. "Me mind not sense this. I wonder why."

Merry wanted to say, probably because you live in it's-all-about-me mode, but held his tongue. "Maybe he doesn't want you to know."

Her brow contorted in anger. "Be me job to know. We be in dire peril if he fade."


"We Queen wish to slay us and we prince protect us."

"Why does she want to slay you?"

"We be powerful and plentiful, and she fear us."

Startling Merry nearly to death, Quinn suddenly roared and struck out sending Sadb to flight on the air.

"Wake 'im!" she shrieked at Merry.

Quinn now writhed, his muscles rippling and twitching beneath the surface of his skin, and Merry sensed he was about to change into his other form. He shook Quinn by the shoulders hard. "Quinn! Quinn, wake up!"

Claws sprouted from Quinn's fingers and Merry dodged a vicious blow to the head. In panic, he shouted louder. "Quinn! Wake up!"

Quinn shot off the bed with a deafening roar. Turning back to them on the air as the rest of him transformed into the angry creature he called his ugly side.

"Run!" Sadb shrieked at Merry.

Run? He wasn't going to run. Quinn loved him. Quinn wouldn't hurt him. Merry marveled at Quinn's gigantic size as he crouched beneath the ceiling. He had this bizarre sort of scaly but velvety-looking, mottled, green skin, and weirdly bent limbs and... and... a tail with barbs along it. It whipped the air and Merry couldn't help it. He backed up on the bed until his back was against the wall. Quinn's eyes had turned a fiery red, and he had really pointy ears, and some seriously huge, canine-like teeth. But his face still looked like his Qui—well, okay, not. He was, um, yeah, okay. He was definitely ugly.

Quinn roared again.

"Run, Meriadoc!" Sadb shrieked again. "Afore he eat ye!"

Eat me? That didn't sound good and fear crept up Merry's spine. Quinn wouldn't eat him, would he? No way. Quinn wouldn't eat him. Would he? Merry gathered his flagging courage and shouted again, "Quinn! Wake up!"

Quinn roared again and it sounded to Merry like a roar in frustration rather than in anger. Sadb flew at Quinn's face shouting in Irish and he ignored her as he slowly began to advance on Merry.

Now terror filled Merry's veins and he shrank against the wall, wishing he could melt into it.

Quinn began to salivate as he leaned over Merry, and Merry slid down onto the bed, reaching for the pillow to use as a shield. "Q-quinn, it's m-m-me, Merry! WAKE UP! P-please d-don't eat m-me!" he shouted.

Saliva drooled from Quinn's fang-ridden mouth, a long, sticky string coming to rest on Merry's cheek.

"Q-quinn, it's m-me, Merry," he whimpered.

Quinn licked his lips with a forked, black tongue, and drooled again before licking Merry's cheek.

The tongue felt like sandpaper against Merry's cheek and it left a sharp sting in its wake. "Quinn, p-please d-don't eat me," he begged.

Quinn licked the side of Merry's head and Merry was so scared he could hardly speak. "Quinn," he whimpered. "You love me. P-please d-don't eat your wee d-dote."

Something resembling recognition flickered in Quinn's eyes and he abruptly straightened and issued a deafening roar. To Merry, it sounded like an anguished plea for help.

Sadb floated in the air between them speaking in rapid but soft Irish syllables in an effort to calm Quinn.

He roared in anguish again.

"Sadb, I think he needs help!" Merry shouted.

"Aye, he do," Sadb said sadly. "Touch 'im, Merry!"

"T-touch him how?"

"Give 'im ye hand. Let 'im feel ye love."

Quinn roared again and this time it tore at Merry's heart. Quinn was fighting some invisible something that wouldn't release him.

"S-something's wrong. Something is m-making him—"

"Aye, 'tis the horror of all the evil. We Queen hold 'im fast with it."

Merry tried to make sense of her words as he sifted through what he had sensed from Quinn. "He feels guilty?"

"Aye, fiercely so."

"And his mom uses it to make this?"

"Aye. She taunt him and fuel he rage, then feed off him like a starvin' beast. He anger give she power."

Merry was incredulous and fury infused every fiber of his being. "She's using him, his guilt, to give her power?"


That was just plain bullcrap. "How do we stop it?"

"Touch 'im. He need ye love to regain he mind."

Merry set the pillow aside and scooted to the edge of the bed. He took a deep, shaky breath and slowly reached out to Quinn with a trembling hand. "Quinn, let me help you. Give me your hand." Surprised by the calm in his voice, Merry fought like hell to steady his hand in the air. "Let me help you. Give me your hand," he repeated softly.

Quinn looked at it and licked his lips again before issuing another anguished roar.

Merry jumped up and grabbed Quinn's clawed hand and thought with all his might, You love me! I'm your wee dote and I love you! Come back to me, Quinn. I need you!

As if someone had flipped a switch, Quinn transformed back to his natural form and collapsed into Merry's arms. Soft sobs escaped into Merry's curls as Merry struggled to bear Quinn's weight and guide him to the bed.

They collapsed on the bed and Merry curled around Quinn and pulled him close, his arm tight around Quinn's waist. Stunned, relieved, and furious all at the same time, he sought to comfort Quinn. "It's okay. You're okay now," he said softly as he stroked Quinn's thick hair.

Quinn wept softly for an indiscernible time and issued one final shuddering sigh before falling into a deep sleep.

"I won't let her do this to you again," Merry vowed softly. He didn't know how he would do it, but he would find a way. Quinn's mom would not feed off his guilt any more.


Merry woke to bright sunlight filtering through the window and Quinn's soft kisses on his face. "Hi," he greeted sleepily.

Quinn smiled down at him. "How be me wee dote?"

Merry smiled and rubbed sleep from his eyes with the heels of his hands. "Fine. What time is it?"

"Nigh ten in the morn."

Panic filled Merry and he sat up quickly. "We're late for school."

"Don't be daft," Quinn said as he pulled Merry to him and kissed him softly. "Do ye not track ye days of the week? Be a Saturday for ye."

Oh. He settled into Quinn's arms. "Guess I forgot. Are you okay?"

Quinn smiled, his eyes warm and bright. "Need ye ask?"

Ah, well, after a night like last night, yeah. But all Merry could sense from Quinn was utter happiness and adoration. "Where's Sadb?"

Quinn pointed to Merry's milk-crate desk. Sadb slept, snoring softly, nothing but a sheet of paper for a blanket and a pink eraser for a pillow. He turned back to Quinn. "Are you sure you're okay?"

"Ye needn't ask, Merry. Be the best I sleep in a century."

Quinn kissed Merry in earnest, and Merry's concern faded as he melted into the kiss. The space between them heated within seconds and Merry couldn't help the soft groan that escaped him as he moved to lay over Quinn and deepen the kiss. He moved slowly and Quinn met each of his movements with a strong, answering motion.

Sadb suddenly snorted and her high-pitched voice sliced into their moment like an icy blade. "Be no time for that," she said with obvious disapproval.

They froze and groaned in tandem. Merry buried his face in the hollow between Quinn's neck and shoulder, and worked to calm his breath and racing heart. "Please tell me you can make her go away," he whispered.

"Sadb, ye be done preparin' for we rade?" Quinn asked, his frustration more than a little apparent in his voice.

"Aye, Sire. We be waitin' on ye since nigh midnight."

Quinn issued a long sigh in defeat. "We cannot hold we rade up, Merry."

Merry slumped against Quinn, their bodies not the least bit deterred by Sadb's interruption. Then Merry heard his dad's leaden footsteps as he trudged toward Merry's bedroom door. "Oh, my God, you have to hide!"

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